No one was home but the two of us. No one would have to know.
“What flavor do you want?” he asked me at last.
So it was decided. This was happening. I felt fear and also exhilaration that we were doing this forbidden thing. I rarely broke rules, but this seemed a good one to break.
“Black Cherry,” I said.
Jeremiah looked in the cabinet, but there was none. He asked, “What’s your second-best flavor?”
“Grape.”
Jeremiah said that grape Kool-Aid Slurpee sounded good to him, too. The more he said the words “Kool-Aid Slurpee,” the more I liked the sound of it.
Jeremiah got a stool and took the blender down from the top shelf. He poured the whole packet of grape into the blender and added two big plastic cups of sugar. He let me stir. Then he emptied half the ice dispenser into the blender
